Fears: Clowns
Annoyances: Taking things to literally, poking, something touching my feet
Accomplishments: Making GSA.
Making Sectionals for swimming.
Confusions: Calculus
Sorrows: Time to do everything
Dreams: Go to the Olympics, Tour the world playing jazz
trumpet
Idiosyncrasies: I love working out and practicing trumpet
Risks: Doing a double off a diving board, jumping of a
building
Beloved Possessions, Now and Then: Magnets (then),
Collecting Toy Cars (now)
Problems: Time Management
I had gone to see artwork and musical performances for an
entire summer. Being dragged against my
will to see a little bit of paint on a canvas that I didn’t have that great of
an appreciation for was never fun at 8 AM.
Of course after going against my will all summer to see boring paintings
and sculptures my parents told me I’d be rewarded at the end. And that seems fair enough, right? So the
very last day of summer I was sitting in a room, waiting to be amazed by
whatever spectacle was to be presented in my near future. And out walks a clown. I was doing ok at that point, not thrilled by
my reward but not disappointed. But there
was something about that clown when he leaned close to my face, his white face,
massive feet, and creepy outfit that freaked me out. I had no idea what happened but after he
asked for volunteers I knew I wanted no part in touching or assisting this
extremely creepy alien-like creature. My
dad and I immediately exited, myself almost on the verge of tears, and we
headed over to a milkshake shop to spend the rest of our morning in the
presence of a normal shopkeeper, sipping on a delicious, creamy milkshake. That’s when I found out I was extremely
scared of clowns.
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